It was just supposed to be a day at the beach, with some swimming and snorkeling, in the clear blue waters surrounding a small Bahamian island. But then everything changed.
Sally was the first to see it - a dark shadow on the ocean floor. Carefully Sally, Jimmy and their new friend Sandy, swam towards the shape in order to get a better look and were startled by what they saw.
What the heck is an old, World War II submarine doing in the waters of the Bahamas?
That's just one of the questions that 13-year-old twins, Jimmy and Sally Brant need to answer as they find themselves in the middle of a mystery.
Follow along as they discover clues, dodge danger and even rescue a dolphin as they use all their skills, and some help from the U.S. Coast Guard, to solve the mystery of the Sinister Submarine.
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has been compared to Nancy Drew and Hardy Boys books.
“Look! Look!” cried Jimmy Brant while poking his twin sister Sally in the ribs. Although Jimmy and Sally were actually twins, it was not immediately apparent that that was the case. Needless to say, they weren’t identical twins. After all, one was a girl and one was a boy. But that being said, the differences between them were more striking than the similarities. People were often surprised to find out that they were even related, let alone twins. Sally, technically the oldest as she was born three minutes before her brother, looked younger. She was petite, blonde with a hint of red that glinted in the sunlight and fair skin that freckled with exposure to the sun. Though most people told her that her freckles were “cute”, she would have much rather been able to have a smooth, even tan. She was sure her sometimes green, sometimes grey, eyes would suit someone that tanned rather than freckled.
Jimmy, much chagrined at being “younger” than his twin sister, was tall and dark with brown eyes. His brown hair had sun-bleached streaks, the result of spending a lot of his time outdoors, and frequently in the tropics, traipsing after his parents. He got the smooth even tan that Sally craved and had no problem reminding his befreckled sister of that fact, frequently. Rubbing her eyes and trying to shake herself from a brief nap, Sally peered out the side window of the single-engine, six-seater airplane that was taking them from a small airport in Florida to an even smaller airport on a tropical island.
“What?” she said groggily. “Look at what?” giving her brother a return poke more out of habit than annoyance. “We’re almost there and you’re missing everything.” Jimmy was actually talking directly to the small window next to his seat rather than to his sister. He didn’t want to miss anything.
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